Suppose you just made a winning at the stock market by investing in a particular type of company.  You feel so good about it that you wish to tell others about it so that even they can also cherish the same happiness which you are expressing now. In the blindness of happiness, you forget to tell about the other factors which were involved or contributed to your success. You suggest a friend and luckily he makes a winning as well. Now you feel more confident in your methods and forget to think about telling others about the precautions you had to take in order to make a profit. Since you know the system in and out, the person you suggest to doesn’t know about certain things or what to do when faced with unprepared situations. Now your friend takes the suggestion and mixes it with his own methods to try something new to get better results which ends up making a heavy loss because he trusted you and your methods so much that he forget to take precautions of his own or follow methods of yours.

Now being your friend either he will break away from you or just say that it was his own fault. But no matter if he says anything or not, you yourself would feel guilty for his loss and after that you would become less confident and a little reserved in telling or suggesting others about anything.

When somebody accepts our suggestion, we become responsible of the outcome and they tend to become dependent upon us.

Now here is a real life example.

One of my father’s friend(FF) was very fond of hunting. Not only was he fond of it but good enough to be known for his hunting. As the word spread of his hunting skills, he was approached by a man who wanted to go on hunting. So, one day they go on a hunt in a Jeep, the man spots a wild buffalo and he asks my  FF to when to shoot. My FF after some time suggests the time to shoot. The man shoots and its a hit. The wild buffalo goes down. The man asks that whether is it safe to check. My FF gives the nod. The man walks out of the Jeep and starts approaching the injured animal. As the man gets close, the animal picks itself up(faking its injury) and charges towards the man. Before the man or my FF could react, the animal struck the man killing him instantly. My FF watching in shock goes numb. After that incident, he never went hunting. I mean forget about hunting, he couldn’t do anything properly as he felt responsible for his death.

Sometimes, we make a suggestion and the suggestion seeking person doesn’t stop even if we warn them because sometimes a suggestion opens a way of hope for a person who was desperately seeking a way to move and now when he finally finds a way, they become afraid to lose the one way which gave them a meaning to move and which further compels them to refuse to let go of it because it is the only thing which now matters to them. Despite the warning, their reluctance gets them into trouble. Somehow we might feel we are not responsible because we offered a warning but thinking everything through we somehow feel a part or originator of the trouble.

Now I would like to add that suggesting others to help them is good but we must not forget that we are always inexperienced to certain aspects of life which we face at the most unexpected and unwanted time when tends to leave us with bitter consequences or tragedies. I would to like to elaborate that one must refrain from suggesting something about which we are not really aware of just in the anticipation of gaining some pride or praise of helping or admiration from others. If something works for you doesn’t necessary means it will work for others as well. If one wants to make a suggestion they must be fully sure of it, make sure to tell about the precautions and pitfalls and to have a safety if anything goes wrong.

When we are young, successful or winning, we tend to forget about giving thoughts to things which might make us lose. Every life is meant to be unique. An engineer and a doctor may be considered intelligent but that doesn’t mean that they can suggest to each other just because they are believed to be intelligent. We must think things through enough to feel sure to make a suggestion not rather just to say something to become socially acceptable or recognized. 

If we make a suggestion then it is our duty to also take care of other things which might turn the suggestion into a threat.

Suggestions do not always give as much help or do good as much as they sometimes put a burden or give pain to others.

It better not to tell something which might do more harm than good even if unwarily.

Giving a suggestion is like telling someone to walk on a bridge over which you crossed in your own manner but for others the bridge which might break or fall because you didn’t take account of other person’s characteristics which made it possible for you to walk over it.

The figure of the war that is capable of flying cars, no longer just wishful thinking as the story of Marvel’s superhero comics. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) of the company that created the first model to make sure the war vehicles from jeep or Humvee vehicle will be ready to fly produced at the end of this year.

As reported by Dailymail, Friday, October 28, 2011,
This futuristic war vehicles designed to be able to walk on rough terrain like a jeep, and fly like a plane. Obviously this vehicle is designed to be able to withstand the assault firearm.

United States Army hopes ‘flying Humvee’ is, will be able to carry four persons, plus other war equipment. The plan of this vehicle can take off and land vertically, and is capable of flying more than 250mil, with state of the gas tank is full.

Previously, Lockheed Martin Aerospace Company and AAI Corporation has presented first complete design of these vehicles, for military programs Transformer TX. And today has advanced to the next stage, which began working prototype.

Although no contract was awarded to take this project to the next level, Corna Sharn AAI spokesman told MSNBC. “I believe that DARPA intends to continue with us.” The first model of the ‘flying Humvee’ expected to be completed by the end of next year.

Many of these places we were driving on was private land mind you. This was part of the appeal. And yes, -there was beer involved.

Almost inevitably, we would end up getting the vehicle stuck in mud, or a ditch or other ravine and we’d spend hours winching the stranded vehicle free. For that purpose we always carried an assortment of manual hand-winches commonly called ‘Come-alongs‘ or ‘fence stretchers‘ and a quarter-dozen log chains that we would use to anchor from the nearest tree or fence post as extension of the anchor point.

Well, this particular night was going to be something special.

We met-up around 11 PM this particular Friday night and drove back roads and trails, ultimately headed for a nearby small lake where we already knew there were bonfires, and college-age kids having their weekend ‘kegger parties’ just a few miles from college town.

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As we drove up the narrow dirt and pothole-ravaged service road to the party site we had to maneuver around other vehicles that were parked alongside the deep ditches that lined both sides of this path. As we neared the activities, we spotted a rather impressive-looking pickup truck that was deep in the ditch, tilted precariously towards the passenger’s side. They were stuck in the dry but knee-deep ditch. A crowd of about two dozen concerned college kids were gathered around, trying to figure out what to do. Nobody there had any tow-rope or chains.

We offered assistance and with our log chains and tow-ropes, pulled the expensive-looking truck back onto the roadway. Much gravel and mud was spun in the process, but we achieved the goal and made instant friends whom invited us to join their bonfire celebration for beer and camp food. We agreed, but first needed to get our Jeep parked further up the road.

We drove not more than several vehicle lengths further up the roadway and tried to get close enough to the side of the single-lane road to permit other vehicles that might follow enough room to pass, but we too slid into the ditch exactly as they had done. WE were now stuck and required a tow.

We went to our newfound comrades and requested an assist, of which they flatly refused citing that their truck is ‘..very expensive‘ and they ‘…don’t want to @#%& it up‘ they said. Well, -that shows gratitude eh?

We returned to our stranded Jeep and were trying to negotiate what to do next, but apparently others at the bonfire persuaded the erstwhile rescuers to reiterate our help. They came up and using our chains and ropes and their precious quasi-monster truck, they pulled us out. We did not stay at the party however, having lost interest and a couple hours just messing around with stuck trucks, so we decided to leave the area.

Coming out of the woods we came upon another parked vehicle that was en-route to the lake party. They had a flat tire, but no jack to lift their vehicle. We had the necessary tools and we assisted them getting their spare tire mounted. We felt like kings and received accolades from the carload of college students that thought they might be stranded for good. They had been rather scared that they might be stranded there for hours had it not been for us coming along to their rescue. They were about to start walking back towards college town, some 10 miles away.

Next, we decided to take a drive through the woods on an old logging road but we immediately hit a snafu. Or more precisely, we hit a concealed tree stump that was about fender-high, drove right over it in fact and broke the rear-end of the drive shaft off of the Jeep. We we stuck. Again.

Tying the drive shaft up off the ground using a coat hanger, we were able to drive out of the woods using just the front-wheel drive which is a separate and shorter drive shaft of its own, and got back to the dirt roadway. It was out sheer hope that we might be able to re-bolt the broken drive shaft but it was not going to happen. The U-bolt hardware had broken, it was not a matter of replacing missing nuts. We opted instead to just call it a night and head for home.

Front wheel-only drive was very slow, I could probably jog faster. But we were some 15 miles from home town so it was just as good to ride.

At the nearest approach to the road where I lived (I still lived with my parents at this time) which was only about 1/2 of a mile walk through a small but dense pine forest, past the Archery Club ponds and around the old peat moss bogs. I could walk it in daylight in about 15-or-20 minutes.

I convinced my friends to let me out there alongside the road and I’d walk through the woods and be home in no time, and they could continue straight towards their destinations without the necessary U-turn and wasted time to deliver me home. This would save them probably 45-minutes of driving-time. They reluctantly agreed but only after I had convinced them that I knew these woods well to walk it in the dark. I had no flashlight. And I was about to take an education…

As soon as they drove off and left me standing by the side of the road, I realised how just dark it was outside. It was a warm but cloudy, moonless August night. I suddenly felt that my decision might not have been a wise one. What should have been a short walk along groomed Archery club paths through the woods turned into me wandering aimlessly in pitch darkness with my hands stretched out before me like some zombie in the fog. Being cloudy, I could not even navigate using star positions. I was destined to become lost.

I walked for some distance but got off the footpath at some point and was wandering through prickly brier patches and barbed wire fences. My T-shirt was ripped and mosquitoes were having an orgy on my neck, arms and face.

Stumbling around in waist-high grasses I stepped on something about the size of a grapefruit that rolled and crunched underfoot and flew screaming, straight up into my face; a partridge or pheasant sitting on a nest maybe? Whatever the boogieman was, I bolted straight into a grove of dead twiggy saplings and was snapping-off low-hanging branches the size of broomsticks before I got my panic under control and stopped running.

Covered in pine sap and dead pine needles, I returned to what I thought was the right direction. I could sometimes catch a glimpse of a mercury-vapor streetlamp shining through the dense tangle of treetops off in the distance. Could this could be the neighbor’s house either just above or below my parent’s house? I could hear a chained dog barking in the distance too, which was a good directional indicator. I might make it home before sunrise after all!

Coming out the pine tree grove and onto what felt like mowed grass, I could begin to visualize the open field in front of me, -I am out of the woods! I could hear the water of the creek, I was getting closer to home!

I took some 10 or 20 quick steps in the direction that seemed promising and promptly walked-off into a cattail swamp! Knee-deep in mud and cattails, I had found the pond! Getting back to shore came at a cost, -one of my sneakers came off and I was not going to go back into the pond to get it! So, sock-footed on one side and with gray silty swamp mud all the way up to the max I walked around the pond and came to the creek. -I could see my dad’s house on the far side of the road, beyond the creek and pasture fence. I was nearly home.

I made it to the door at a quarter past 6 AM, -just as my dad was leaving for work. I was tired, muddy, bleeding, clothes torn, mud-covered and sock-footed on one side. I looked a mess. I had to be to work in about three hours so the day was looking bright.

Needless to say, my dad was not amused.

I was so tired that whole day at work having not slept in the previous 24 hours but looking back on this eventual Friday night/Saturday morning it was one of the most fun times that I have ever had.